While the struggle behind the enemy's line was going on. The front lines of the enemy were closing in as well. As the Alliance soldiers pressed forward, past the shattered remnants of the Cheval de frisé, that got taken out by a siege shot. They had crossed the last line of defense, and their minds were set on breaking through the barrier to breach the city. A strange, acrid smell began filling the air, but the soldiers paid little attention. The scent was lost in the heat of battle, overwhelmed by the adrenaline coursing through their veins and the thought of what they would do after breaching this forsaken city. It really gave them a lot of trouble.
Arrows rained down from the city walls, constant showers that the soldiers counter-fired, while the shields protected them against those aerial assaults. Archers of the Alliance loosed arrows back at the defenders, while the mages moved alongside them, raising shimmering mana shields to deflect incoming ballistae shots.
